when you masturbate.
while i invisibly remain standing…
I don’t need you to paint a picture for me; I know what it is to feel you beside me. I know how it feels to look at you and silently name you “Friend” and “Lover” and “Beloved.” These quiet truths I solemnly commit to memory. They rock me to my core — not unlike the silken tip of your throbbing cock that wakes you from day-walking and deepest sleep… insistent.
We have found ourselves in this place that only 
makes sense when we are both here; this hallowed space we have created and nurtured and grown. I know what it is to feel your eyes on me and not want to hide. I know what it is to spread myself wide and feel your depths inside me. I am the light shining through each achy, heady bead of pre-cum bliss.
Invisible, we are everywhere. Tonite, now: I run my finger along the smooth, downy-soft topside of my clit. I do this for you. I do this for me. You will likely forget my small, tender creases of secret pleasure but never forget how each is stamped with your name. It is so simple: I want to make love to you as badly as I want to fuck you. Our withdrawal gives me the shakes.
every which way but loose…
perhaps you will…
I just want you to lie still. Naked, in front of me. I want you to let me look at you, really look at you in all your glory. I want you to see my acceptance. I want you to see my delight. I want you to see my desire for the man you are, lying before me. Don’t close your eyes while I tenderly trace your skin. Be prepared for when I look into your eyes so that our souls may lock even as my fingers and hands continue their journey along your various lengths and widths.
You are glorious. Your giving heats my cheeks. Your quiet moans and wild eyes soak me through. You are so fucking beautiful when you are… this. I could spend all day like this with you.
And what textures you are! Touching you like this, like your lover, quickens my breath. Your body’s dance is my song. Soon we will sing and our cries will crescendo and harmonize and in sweaty disarray, I will let you watch me cum and beg you to join me.
I hope you will.
when i’m with you…
how high you may reach…
Nothing
is so necessary
for man
as the company
of intelligent women.
— Leo Tolstoy —
that’s how she knows…
this new day is too dear…
Beside me, warm from sleep, you roll over to gently place your waking mouth on my soft and dreamy nipples. Your warmth slowly traces me awake. It is this subtle stirring you seek:
The way my breath shifts from deep to shallow. The way my hips adjust, slightly pushing into your growing hard. The way your fingertips slip along sleep lines, tenderly imprinting your silent desire for me. The way my nipples sweetly harden enough for you to nibble and with my quiet moan, you feel my back arch, slipping my whole breast into your warm, wet mouth.
Such diffused urgency builds benevolence: the gift of these early hours. Neither feeling the need to think or be anything but untold tenderness. When you breathe my skin under the covers, I taste you already between my legs.
Such simplicity opens us both to the other, to All That Is Possible. As you travel my length, I spread and swirl in slow motion; I want you to caress and hold me with hand and feet and lips and tongue and cock until all that is hard and wet and full uncoils within us like moany groans of ancient ships.
All the while, morning light streams through cracks. I watch my fingers slip through your hair and along your broad shoulders. I give myself to you. It is not long until I lift the covers and slip under with you; I too will taste the length of all your Pleasure.
Under cover of morning we will breathe in the other (and more) until heady with cum, we finally have the wherewithal to whisper “Good morning.”
every parcel of my being is in full bloom…
poetry is an echo…
My tongue tastes the secrets you breathe into stillness. I feel your body tense. These places you hide, that are rarely indulged, this is where I linger. Curious. Fierce in my tenderness.
My lips barely touch you as I trace along your length. When I pause, your cock bobs against my warm skin – in the velvet-smooth dip between my mound and hip. My kisses move up your chest to your mouth. I hold the gloriously smooth head of your hard cock with my fingertips: a promise I won’t neglect. I cannot get enough of how you taste; our tongues dance deeper, enraptured, slipping along the moans we sigh.
My nipples are hard but you are distracted by their softness pressed tight against your chest. Your hands spread and hold me tighter, sliding up and down my sides, squeezing me whenever you feel the urge to speak… to enter.
We are full with feeling but the air is thick with our silence. Your cock aches to meet the juicy wet of my pussy. We smell of sex already. I say your name, barely audible; my desire for you overwhelms me, frankly. Your smile inspires my pussy lips with a rush, a pleasure unlike any waterfall.
My hair hangs down my back. You lose and then wrap your hand in my long, dark locks… you tug and spin me around. You bend me over and on your knees, suck my thick cunt from behind until my gasps drown out the messy gulps you make.
You make me so fucking wet. I please you so fucking much. I push back into your face. And as you dip, suck, and slide, you jerk your beautiful cock exactly the way you like… no, the way you love.
But I want you in me. I want to spread my legs and watch your face as your cock fills me. I try to turn around but you hold me there, devouring me in wet laps. I drop my head farther to the ground, my hands barely holding me up, my knees try not to buckle as your tongue suspends me in delicious, moaning pleasure.
“Your clit. Play with it. The way you like it. Please, your clit.”
And as your head disappears again between my cheeks and my legs, I finger my clit for you. The shaking begins almost right away. My gasps intersperse with your moans. Hearing your voice, feeling the tremor of its vibration between my legs pushes me beyond: I want you so fucking much.
I push my fingers between my folds. They brush up against your tongue and lips and soon, your fingers join mine and I am spread. You dance your tongue like a magician and I am bucking into your face, suspended on my toes as your fingers replace mine and lift me, lift me, lift.
Upright, I turn slightly and my arm wraps around your shoulders. You swoop me up and carry me to the bed. On my back, I reach for you with legs spread but you turn me over and plow into me from behind. Your jaw is set and determined. You will make me cum if it’s the last thing you ever do. I reach to the end of the bed, pushing back into your slamming hips, and beg you to make it so.
My “yes” becomes redundant with jubilation. I sing your name with breathy, harsh, hungry moans. You pull my hip even tighter and with your free hand, slip your thumb into my ass, plunging inside me now with a fervour that surprises you.
“Can you feel it? Can you feel your cock inside me?”
Your head dropping back in a throaty moan is all the answer I need. Both your cock and your thumb dig deeper as I return to my clit. I like this sandwich we’ve made. I can feel myself trying to hold my squirt in; I want to cum with you. I want to feel us soak the bed together.
“… ohplease, please, I am so close” I beg. My “yes'” now guide each pound. Our hot bodies slap all slick against the other. We are so close. We are so close. We are so so so fucking close…